“I cannot.” Richards’ gaze was unwavering and his voice firm, but his face was white and strained. “I met no one while walking home. That was the chief reason for my delay, because I had no opportunity to ask the right direction to take. I have no sense of locality.”
“Humph, very pretty!” commented John Hale, and Detective Ferguson scowled at him.
“I’m handling this case, Mr. Hale.” He spoke harshly, and John Hale showed instant resentment by returning the scowl as the detective again addressed Richards. “You left the watch belonging to the murdered man, Austin Hale, with Jennings to repair. That is conclusive evidence that the watch had been in your possession.”
“So you claim”—and Richards smiled politely. “Don’t let me interrupt your little romance, Ferguson. Go on.”
Ferguson swallowed his wrath. “I am stating facts, Major, facts which have been proved. Once more I’ll give you a chance to state your version of how Austin’s watch came into your possession, and the Valve bonds as well.”
“Thanks.” Richards’ brows were knit in a deep frown. “Do I understand that I am your prisoner?”
Ferguson drew out a legal document. “I have this warrant for your arrest,” he admitted.
“Then I will reserve what I have to say until I see a lawyer.”
“But, Major—”
“No, Ferguson,” firmly. “A prisoner’s right to consult a lawyer is a constitutional right.”